Remembering the innocent souls ripped from us by monsters 19 years ago still cuts me deep. It always will. #neverforget (Original posting 9/11/2015) • Where I was. Sitting at my desk in B Tower at the Home Depot Store Support Center in Atlanta, computer on, first pile of work ready, first cup of coffee at my… Continue reading [9/11] That Day. Where I was. What I saw.
Adrift in a rowboat on a cruel sea. Dumped on a deserted island. Isolated on the far side of the moon. Two amateur caregivers with our 84-year-old father, struggling to keep him from hurting us and himself. Out of people's sight, out of people's minds. That's how it felt, at first. Vascular dementia exacerbated by… Continue reading [daughter chronicles] Slice 11: Living with Vascular Dementia when you don’t have it.
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